Brian Davis - County Line Crossers Lyrics

Verse 1
She got a tan, but not the kind you get from the beach
Cut-offs storm through a cornfield on a hot summer South day
She's her daddy's baby and mine too
And I got the keys to a ripped-up black GTO
Parked out front of that mobile home

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And it's all about God and girls
And guitars, fast cars, oh yeah
Red, White, and Blue Freedom man
Well, ain't it brave to stay and say I'm from a small town
Hell yeah, you're gonna miss out
You County Line Crossers

Verse 2
Yeah, I think it's cool sitting on a Sunday with grandpa
Listenin' to stories I've heard a hundred times or more
Talk about roots, take a look at them worn out boots
And those lines on his face like a highway going back in time, back in time

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Drink a little iced tea on the front porch swing
Listen to that AM radio, just think of grandpa, little swig of Jack
Sittin' here with a view for miles and miles
I gotta say I got it figured out
And it ain't about getting out